Posts Tagged ‘cold’

That thing when you get back from vacation and you know that reality is going to smack you in the face and (other than seeing your oldest girl-child again), it’s going to suck. But then it really happens and not only are you dealing with sucky reality, but you’re sick?

Yeah. That.

Double sucky.

I’ve gone through approximately two boxes of tissues in two days and I’m about to commandeer the nice ones, with lotion in the them. Anything to make my nose stop hurting.

This all started the day before I left San Antonio, and I thought it might have been a reaction to the new allergens in a new city, but now everything’s the same, except for my rather unique stopped-up-ed-ness, and I’m ready for that to leave me now. Although It could have been worse and I could have been sick (or allergic to the air or whatever it is) the entire time I was there. Infecting everyone – or exposing them to germapalooza – would have been worse, definitely.

So I’ll take my mountain of tissues and emails and laundry and play poor pitiful mama for a few days and see how far that gets me. And when that’s not very far, at least I know there’s a weekend right around the corner for me to sleep through.

My throat is sore, my head is congested, my chest is congested (but only when I first wake up), and I think I’m developing these patchy wastelands on my tongue where my taste buds used to be. (You’re welcome! for all the sharing!) I’m a little sniffly and I feel crummy and just devoid of energy. And still I worked 11 hours yesterday. Because I am committed! (And also because I didn’t really have a choice.)

Today, I am dragging myself through it. But I have to save my energy. Thus – no bloggy blog here for you. So sad. Go heckle my sister and maybe she will send me something to post. I promise to Lysol it first.

Turns out Bee-baby has the same cold I have, except she gets a fever on top of everything else. Of course. So no daycare for Bee-baby today. It also means that I have a little longer to think of my Love Thursday post. So if you’re wondering where I am, think: couch, sniffles, tissues, whiney children, and lots and lots of cold meds.